24 Hours of Adrenalin at Georgia International Horse Park; Conyers, GA
Team Meatbats dug deep into the night, pulling some hard laps.
High noon marked the start and Duey got us going with an impressive first lap. However, team Meatbats started to crack as it got dark. The team captin voted on turning the race into a 24 hours of cold beer, and if we were all in agreement, thats how it would have gone down. Well, I wanted a beer, and I know there is something inherently wrong about sitting around a campfire without drinking beer. But not this night.
The moon was full and the sky was clear, and if those guys wanted to hang out and drink beers, then let them. In fact, let me open it for you. I just want to ride. So me and Duey pulled the graveyard shift grinding out super fast laps through the night. I felt twisted and deranged riding at 5:00 in the morning after powering out a tough evening. I slamed a double shot of esspresso waking my mind up in full, but my body was destroyed. I kept going in this twisted state of mind, and riding through the slickrock was like riding on the moon.
We finsihed off the race with a series of laps that included the rest of the team. My final lap was a thing of beauty, and well executed precsion. I was in the zone, riding with a purpose. I cleaned every line with ease, like dancing on the pedals. At the end of it all our team finished in the top ten, but I know that Duey is smiling with a sense of accomplishment today, as I am too.
Duey the Meatbat, crushing it by the camp.
2 comments:
What is a meatbat anyway, this thing swinging between my legs?
Mr. Steamer, The term Meatbat is slang for A-hole. It is most commonly heard in the New Jersey area of the North East United States.
You can use it in a sentance like : "look at this F'n Meatbat" or "You F'n Meatbat"
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